"Eh, is that the Third Young Master of Jun Group? Oh my goodness, he’s so handsome, stern and dominant. His presence alone takes over the room, causing my heart to stop. I heard he’s a grandee with no aptitude, but he doesn’t seem like that at all."

"Yeah, he’s so cool and magnetic, like a king making an entrance. No wonder his name is Jun Huang, there’s nobody else who could live up to that name! He’s so handsome!"

All the women held their breaths, their fervent gazes cast in his direction, their hearts racing in the presence of this man who commanded attention within moments of his arrival.

At the conference door, escorted by a cluster of elite Jun business professionals, Third Young Master Jun, donned in a black handmade suit, walked in with an imposing allure akin to that of an emperor.

Some people are born to be the center of attention, and Third Young Master Jun is certainly one of them, a dazzling figure impossible to ignore.

"So, is that the third young master of Jun Family? What’s the use of looking like a movie star, he might just be all talk and no action."

Seeing that he’d diverted all the women’s attention, with their own partners among the smitten, some men spoke up resentfully.

"He’s just a grandee. I heard his family doesn’t even favor him. Real tycoons would look down at a second generation heir like him. You’ll see, the leaders of big corporations present here, they will definitely disregard a straw bag like him."

Within a moment, Third Young Master Jun became the god of women’s hearts and the enemy of men’s, the target of jealousy.

Yet, he seemed not to care about this situation, finding amusement in others’ criticism of him.

Upon seeing him, the elites of the conference surrounded him with unusual enthusiasm, their faces revealing an intent to flatter and please.

"Third Young Master Jun, welcome, welcome. Your presence adds glory to this occasion. Let me introduce you to the significant figures of this conference."

The conference’s high-ranking organizers vie to stand by his side. Third Young Master Jun lowered his eyes and allowed a charming smile to play on his lips: "I would appreciate that."

The men who had been previously mocking him were now stunned, staring in disbelief.

Did these high-ranking organizers need to curry favor with this second-generation heir?

If it had been the elder heir of the Jun family, it would’ve made sense. What’s so great about this unknown grandee? He’s accomplished nothing noticeable, yet so many people are flattering him.

Even more incredible was that representatives from many major corporations demonstrated their enthusiasm and admiration for him. It was as if he was the cynosure of all eyes everywhere he went, evoking admiration and sparking conversations like a king.

"Jun Huang?"

Leaning against the window, Duke Hai Lanse, his fair fingers holding a high-stemmed glass, watched everything unfold, his icy blue eyes flashing with a chilling, blood-thirsty rage.

"Could it be him? My sister, my beloved sister, was brutally murdered in Africa. Jun Huang, if you did it, I, the Duke, will make you pay the heaviest price!"

Draining the blood-red wine from his glass in one gulp, Duke Hai Lanse crushed the crystal glass in an instant, the shards quietly falling to the floor!

The Shang Group’s representative was Shang Jingchen, whose mind was heavy with worries. Jiayin was still in the hospital, distressed over the loss of their child, and Ye Lu had disappeared. He had mixed feelings of wanting and not wanting to find her, leaving him frustrated and irritated.

Initially, he didn’t wish to attend, but a crucial point on the conference agenda was the election of a new chairman. After Chairman Zhang had been disgracefully deposed, he had been working tirelessly to promote one of his own in hopes of helping them secure the position of the chairman.

Despite everything being almost certain, he had to attend and see for himself.